FLYING LOW: ON THE DEATH OF MARGARET THATCHER

Going through my files tonight I found a poem I wrote about the death of Margaret Thatcher. It's never been published anywhere before.






FLYING LOW

(Northampton 13/4/13)

 

The Union Jack is flying low

today outside the Courts

marking the death of Margaret

on whose behalf they fought.

 

They screwed the rainbow travellers

and gays and peace protestors

and gave my union rights away

to company directors.

 

And every time I tried to march

to show them my frustration

a copper clubbed me, and became

the hero of the nation.

 

The Courts of Law have always been

protectors of the rich

once Margaret’s, now Cameron’s

and corporate Britain’s bitch.

 

The small man gets a crumb sometimes

to keep him from rebelling

and then he’s taxed for harbouring

a spare room in his dwelling.

 

The Union flag is flying low

where rich folk practise law

conspiring to dispossess

the hungry and the poor.

 

The Union Jack is flying low

the country is in mourning

the Courts of Law should bitterly

lament their own suborning.

 

The Union Jack is flying low

it hangs limp in the rain

to mark the death of Margaret

and justice just the same.

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